Rebirth of the Viking King

If other teenagers were pulled from the warmth of their homes into the Viking tents, they would inevitably develop new resistance.

However, Alfred didn't think so.

Ever since he was a child, the Lord of Wessex, "Ecbert", has been training him as the next Lord of the Kingdom. If he wants to become the leader of the country, his knowledge must be deeper than others, and his thinking on problems must be broader than that of ordinary nobles.

As the king of a country, his most powerful weapon is not the sword in his hand, but the spark of thought in his head.

**

Ever since he became Loki's adopted son, Alfred has been thinking about a question.

The seven English nations, whose population and national power were more than 10 times stronger than the Vikings, could be defeated by the Vikings on the battlefield. They must have done something wrong.

And England must be very wrong about the same thing.

"Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is the inability to learn enough experience from a failure to avoid a more serious failure the next time." In Constantinople, the mentors took the trouble to instill this in all the young kings. One truth.

Entering Loki's door is Alfred's search for the answer to this question for all of England.

At first, he thought it was the gods in the Hall of Valor who had given the Vikings powerful powers.

However, when he entered Asgard in person and hunted and fought with the young pirates.

He found that in terms of pure force, they were not much better than the well-equipped hoplites who had been trained by orthodox knights.

Until he faced death again and again and saw many of his companions passing away, Alfred finally understood a truth.

The entire Viking family is a warrior who lives to die.

They can fight to the death with a smile, and at the same time give up all the cares in the prosperous world without hesitation.

**

While hunting in Asgard, the man who impressed him deeply was the Slavic king "Bakanbusch". For some reason, Loki specially named him to join Bakan Bush's team and follow the Slavic King.

The first time the two collaborated, they were surrounded by demonic wolves in Muspelheim (the Land of Fire) because of their aimless wandering.

When he saw the flame wolves running wildly over the mountains and plains, Alfred's first reaction was to turn around and run away. However, unexpectedly, Bukan Bushi beside him burst into laughter.

"Your Excellency Odin, Princess Hahoran, thank you for giving me this perfect day!"

Facing the fire rushing from all over the mountains and plains, he opened his arms.

"Little yellow-haired doll, have you seen it!"

"The most comfortable thing in the world is to see these smart dogs dreaming of a successful ambush, only to be ruthlessly crushed by us!"

"It's better now, there's no need to lure the monsters anymore!"

“Let’s enjoy this beautiful day!”

Facing the flaming wolves all over the mountains and plains, Bukan Bushi refused to retreat but advanced. Seeing that he was trapped in a tight siege, Alfred could only wave his silver sword and follow behind him.

The two immediately fell into a bloody battle!

The flame demon wolves in the Land of Fire are not the gentle group of their kind on earth. In this high-temperature hell where magma flows on the land and the air is filled with hot sulfur, all creatures have evolved terrible abilities in order to survive.

There are hundreds of demon wolves that are about 5 meters tall and as strong as calves. They were densely packed around the two men and took turns attacking.

Alfred leaned against Buchan Bush and could only swing his broadsword desperately to try to survive.

He didn't know how long the battle lasted. All he knew was that in order to survive, he squeezed out the last bit of strength in his bones.

The two fought from dusk to dawn, and then from dawn to dusk.

But after the last demon wolf was crushed by Bukan Bushi, Alfred found that he could no longer even release the hilt of the sword.

His whole body was covered in blood, and it was only then that he felt the severe pain rushing in like a tide.

The two of them lay unable to move among the large group of wolf carcasses.

At that moment, a certain seal in his heart seemed to be permanently loosened.

That's the fear of death.

**

After experiencing this battle, Alfred found that he was no longer sensitive to the words "death" and "fear".

Even on certain nights when the breeze blew across his cheeks, he would still miss the battle when he was trapped in a tight siege and tirelessly wielded his broad sword, unleashing all the potential in his body.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the English lost the war.

They have so much to lose.

Wife, young son, property, fields, silver coins hidden in the ground

As for the Vikings, everyone has nothing to offer.

The wives of the Vikings were all "temporary supplies" stolen from them, and the same was true for their sons. If they were snatched from someone else's hands today, they might die tomorrow.

It would be fine if all the owners of the house they lived in could live in it. If you get tired of staying there, you can always change to another room.

People die every year anyway.

If he had silver coins in his pocket, he would eat meat and drink wine, and gamble to buy magic potions. If you don't have any silver coins, you'll eat dirt and wait hungry for the next raid.

The days of hunger did not last long, for raids occurred every year.

Even the King of Slavs, when faced with his country, he would just leave it behind. He could go out for a walk and not return home for half a year.

Alfred quite doubted that even if his Slavic country was destroyed, this man would not have any unnecessary facial expressions.

Once, he was the crown prince of the Kingdom of Wessex and the next king.

But now, he is called adopted son.

In fact, he was a prisoner serving a pagan.

Life and death were no longer a question for him to think about.

He took a deep breath and slowly climbed the high wall behind him.

**

Middle Ages fortresses were mostly unified in structure and style.

The high wall was erected behind the moat, which could effectively play the advantages of crossbows while blocking siege weapons. Alfred remembered very clearly that when they approached the city wall, there were many guards holding arrows and crossbows standing densely on the top of the city wall.

However, when they entered the city, they did not walk down the high wall.

What happened on the high wall, he needed to go forward and see it clearly.

Strolling to the top of the city wall, looking around, all the guards stood at their posts, motionless like the women and children with dull faces in the house.

Going forward to carefully investigate, Alfred found that there seemed to be water seeping out from under their bodies. A large amount of water with the salty and humid smell of sea breeze flowed out from their feet and flowed into the moat along the wall of the high wall.

And outside the castle was a terrifying mirror image.

The fire that was burning all over the sky had gone out at some point.

A large amount of seawater emerged from the moat. The seawater poured into the Baiyun Valley like a flood, and the road they came from was already a sea of ​​​​water!

What kind of evil magic is this?

Silently pulling out the "Soul Breaker" from his waist, Alfred held the silver broadsword firmly in his hand. Although it is not clear what they encountered, it is obvious that the French merchants who only know how to make money and do business do not have such powerful abilities.

There must be a more terrible enemy hidden in the castle.

"Master Clint! Let everyone retreat to the city gate, we need martial law!"

Running at full speed to the steps of the high wall, before he could walk down the high wall, a soft tentacle suddenly attacked from behind! Looking back, it was the English guard who was already gray and white like a dead fish.

The reverse broadsword was inserted into his heart with force, and the broadsword did not have any reaction to the infusion of spiritual energy. At the same time, the pale corpse opposite him did not have any muscle reflexes belonging to a living person.

The broadsword pierced deeply into his chest, like cutting into a dead fish. The soldier did not dodge, but stared back with a pair of pale eyes expressionlessly.

Until this moment, Alfred finally understood that all the soldiers in the castle were no longer alive.

Their hearts were no longer beating, and the spiritual energy originally stored in their hearts had long disappeared with the leaking fluid. This was a human being completely replaced by zombies.

At this time, the castle was full of such terrible things!